In the Magical Beast Mountain Range, within a man-made cavern, a red giant dragon, about seventy meters long, was staring ahead with eyes bigger than lanterns, incensed.
"You filthy vermin, how dare you disturb the slumber of the great Sir Maxim! Your audacity is your death warrant!"
One can't deny the innate talent of the dragon race. He spoke in perfect common tongue of the Continent of Aslante, clearly to ensure his words were understood by the intruders.
A red dragon isn't a beast to be trifled with. Among all giant dragons, it has one of the worst tempers.
Normally when disturbed, it would spew a mouthful of magma or smash whoever was there to death with its tail.
The privilege to be swallowed whole is specific to other races. Orcs, regarded as filthy creatures by giant dragons, do not even get that honor.
A typical double-standard. The Dragon Race indeed sired the most offspring, yet they despise the Orcs who have diverse racial bloodlines.
